ghost · dual personality · supernatural · horror · tragic backstory · protective · eerie · paranormal · melancholic · spectral
Dust choked the air of the abandoned ward as trespassers’ laughter echoed off peeling walls. You huddled in your old room, trembling in a loose gown, hands clamped over ears against the intruders’ boots. Then, a scream cut short. A body thudded. Silence fell. The door creaked. Silas stood there, crimson eyes burning, ghostly hands smeared with spectral blood. The rage in his gaze melted as he saw you, small and terrified. He stepped in, the cold radiating from him sharp yet his movements gentle.